Ever since we returned from Ireland the W has been going to bed extremely early, as least by our standards. Pre-Emerald Island it was nothing for us to be up to midnight or later. Not the best or healthiest, I know, but it’s what happened nevertheless. As our inner Timex was still on Dublin time it was easy to go to bed early back in the States. But now I have adjusted back to Eastern Standard Time. She apparently has not. She’s been going to bed at like 9pm which previously would have been considered “insane.” I think the latest she’s been up has been 10:30 in the past 3 weeks.

One thing about me is that I usually like to go to bed when she does. I enjoy the routine of brushing our teeth, tucking in, talking, reading and falling asleep together. It was kind of like a bonding time, especially since we seem to be going in opposite directions most of the days. Before, going to bed at the same time was never an issue. Now it is.

I have tried to go to bed at 9:30ish or whatever…but I just can’t do it–mostly because I am out at meetings until then most nights and I need some decompression time before bed. But in the times I’ve gone up early with her if I do happen to fall asleep early it always end up being a disaster. I always wake up about 2 hours later and then am wide awake as if I just took a nap. So I try to sleep, but the more I try the worse it gets…and the more annoying my tossing and turning is to her. Sometimes though it is because she wraps herself up in her Korean “lead-blanket.” You know the heavy lead bibs they give you when you get an x-ray? She has a red Korean blanket that is like that. And when she burritos herself up the lead blanket takes up A LOT of room. She never believes me, but it does and then I can’t get comfortable making me toss and turn even more and the cycle just repeats itself.

Last night she went up at 9. I told her it was too early, but I was going to come up with her. She made me stay down stairs watching TV until 10:30. Thank goodness for the Olympics because that hour and a half was just crawling by. Finally I did go upstairs at 10:30. It was snowing and since the W loves snow I decided to wake her up to tell her it was snowing. Bad decision. Then as I lay bed next to her I all of a sudden get so extremely hyper. I don’t know why. But all i wanted to do was to be jokey with her. Again, bad decision. Finally I dozed off…and we both got some sleep.